For a brief moment the two children stared at one another. Then, abruptly, Kyra turned,
"Come" and without even waiting, she began to walk away. Luke stood dumb-founded for a moment before rushing to catch up with her.
She walked in an unhurried manner, but her steps were so light that she moved at a fairly brisk pace. From time to time she would pause long enough to indicate to a particular room before opening the door, allowing him to see what was inside. All attempts at conversation were met with silence, or a small, non-committal noise.
Luke felt a little uncomfortable, and yet, despite his companion's silence, he felt quite sure that she was not trying to be unfriendly, she was simply being herself. This was further illustrated when they came to another arched door, painted Royal blue, with an intricate brass door handle and a small camera, allowing those inside to see outside.
From a pouch that had been hanging at her side, she drew out a brass key with a similar design, which she inserted into the lock, before opening the door and waving him in. The floors were made of stone and covered with intricately patterned rugs, the walls and ceilings covered in a myriad of multi-colored tiles arranged in delicate patterns, thin purple curtains hung from brass hooks in front of the window, which was opened allowing the sweet fresh air to flow in. A burnt red chaise sat by the window, and by a low dark wood table sat numerous cushions of rich colors and interlocking embroidery patterns.
She made a motion, clearly indicating that he sit, before disappearing through a thin fabric curtain that separated the main room from the rest of the quarters. A moment later, she reappeared with a tray with tea and a several small snacks. There was a bowl of fruit, kebabs, a creamy dipping sauce, small pastries made with nuts and honey, and pieces of baked flat bread. The tray was placed upon the table, and she lowered herself onto a cushion across the table from him.
As she handed him a cup of the strong, fragrant tea, Luke came to a new understanding for this strange young girl, and with that, a friendship was formed. They would at times be closer than siblings, but for now, they were simply two very unique children, indulging in a mid-day snack.
It was twenty minutes later that Kareem came in and found the two of them, asleep on the cushions as the early evening shadows danced upon their young features, the remains of their snack on the table between them.